"Mind reading is impossible," they say.
I simply reach for a shelf.
Between pages, universes unfold—
Crystalline thoughts cascade like stars,
Each word a burning constellation
In someone else's sky.
Here, letters pirouette on parchment,
Sentences spiral into symphonies,
While paragraphs build cathedrals
From whispers and wonder.
Through paper portals, I inhabit
A thousand minds at once:
Warriors' battle cries,
Lovers' whispered secrets,
Philosophers' deepest doubts.
Black ink bleeds into white void—
Watch closely as worlds spark to life,
Each page-turn igniting
Another dimension's dawn.
